Here, dear readers, we have reached a crucial point. In the name of variation we have decided to take a very unexpected turn. From now on you'll be able to chose your own ending to this story. And by that I mean ours, the authors' endings. We will start with the sad one, written by Mah Spoon is too big.
The sad ending
Harry moaned faintly and tried with all his might to resist the temptation that Draco's body was. He felt Draco's warm mouth against his ear and was just about to give in when he heard the door creak ill-bodingly and suddenly flew wide open! Outside stood Ron and Hermione, confused and red- faced from the effort of opening the door.
They had tried for half an hour to open the door with different spells and charms but when the only thing that happend was that the door started to shift into a hue of lilac with green spots, Ron had simply taken a leg from an old armor and and hit the door with it.(Hermoine had frettingly looked on at first but after a while she began to help.)
The air in the empty classrom was hot and thick with guilt.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked suspicously and looked at Harry and Draco, ruffly like cats and not an single item of clothing sitting properly on their bodies.
"Uh... we... uh..." Harry stuttered, but he didn't get much further before Draco shouted: "What do you think?! Do you actually believe that we could be in the same room even for a minute without fighting? And that's exactly what we've been doing!" then he disappeared out through the door, leaving two big questionmarks and a confused Harry behind him.
After having succeded in shaking off Ron's and Hermione's questions Harry went to bed. He had never before had so many different thought in his head at the same time. He swung between panic, anxiety, bliss, bedwetting and personality split. He was just heading into a pretty good ragefit at Draco for just leaving him when he heard a creaking at his bedside.
"Harry?" whispered a quiet little voice.
"Yeah?..." Harry answered and sat up. To his enormous suprise he saw a small creature sitting on the footside of his bed. It had a round potato nose, white trousers, white shoes and white knitted cap, it's entire body was blue as a cornflower. He didn't wear a sweater but he held a little silver light. "Good evening sir!" he said and bowed deeply. "I am the smutt smurf, master Malfoys personal messanger, forgive me for for coming here and smurfing you in the middle of the night." He said all this very fast. "Thats all right" Harry said "but what do you want?" "Yes" said the smutt smurf "I have a letter here to you from m...mha-aster MALFOY" The end of the sentence he howled and started to cry like a water fountain. "Calm down!" Harrys hisssed almost in hysterics "Why are you crying? And why does he send a letter to me?" "I'm sorry, Sir" answered the smurf "but master Malfoy told me to not smurf any questions at all." Then he blew his nose in a rose embroided hanky and disappeared with a tiny plopp. He left a folded piece of parchment with the Slytherin seal on it. Harry took it with shaking hands and started to read with a funny lump in his throat.
Well, well, Potter... hehe I will be honest with you. I dont think I can do this. Not that I don't want to but... Don't you see, it wouldn't work! Everybody would hate us an then we would become bitter and it can't happen! And I don't think any of us could behave normally if I stay in school so... Goodbye sweetheart. Im sure you understand that I'll never forget this. /DM
Harry put down the letter. It was as final as it could be. He looked out at the full moon. A tear fell down his cheek. This ending felt bitter. As bitter as the fact that he would never want anyone as much as he wanted Draco those few trembling hours.
(translators remark)
Smurfs are an italian or french comicbook figures. Theyre blue and wear white trousers and and exchange every certain words with the word smurf. Example: I eat a sandwich becomes I smurf a a smurf.